when troubles come all around <br />And you see no place on the ground <br /> <br />To go and sit there for a day <br />For nothing but to wish and pray <br /> <br />Then go straight and knock at the door <br />Of God who is gracious and more <br /> <br />And ask him to hold your hands <br />As he is the one who understands <br /> <br />And then in his lap lie down <br />And tell him what is making you brown <br /> <br />And ask him to send his love <br />In the form of bliss from heaven above.<br /><br />Seema Chowdhury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bliss-of-heaven/
